On the Chinese New Year's Eve of the forty-fourth year of Wanli, the sky was very gloomy, and the clouds were very thick and low, as if they would fall at any time. The north wind was blowing, constantly rolling up the dust on the ground, drifting into the sky, and then drifting down with a sway. In the depths of the Gobi Desert, there is a terrible roar from time to time, which is the sound of the north wind blowing through the holes in the rocks. Experienced people can easily deduce that a snowstorm is coming at any time if they stop here.

However, the impending blizzard could not dispel the tense atmosphere of war readiness near Zhenyuan Pass. Since the morning, on the Gobi Desert near Zhenyuanguan, there has been a constant sound of horses' hooves, and a few white figures have emerged from time to time. These white figures are all scouts of the white-clothed army. Their figures, in all corners of the Gobi Desert, quietly appeared, and the temptation was shuttling back and forth between different locations.

At this moment when the army was pressing, the white-clothed army certainly did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. A small negligence can lead to fatal consequences. Their surveillance near Zhenyuanguan is very in place, leaving no dead ends. As long as there were Tatar cavalry, even if there was only one person, it was impossible to escape their eyes. As the scout captain of the white-clothed army, Ming Hao's figure is also hidden in the Gobi Desert. At some point, he jumped off his horse, lay on the ground, put his ear to the sand, and listened carefully to the movement in the distance.

In fact, for most of the white-clothed sergeants, there is a simple hope, that is, on Chinese New Year's Eve, it is better not to fight. It would be better if there were no battles on the first, second, and third days of the Lunar New Year. Chinese's New Year's plot is incomprehensible to outsiders. It is a feeling condensed in the bone marrow. Even if they could not go back to Fort Weizhen, Fort Zhenshuo, and the Black Mountain Battalion to reunite with their relatives due to combat readiness duty, they could at least have a peaceful and stable Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner of the white-clothed army this year was very rich. This is the first Chinese New Year's Eve dinner after the establishment of the White Army, and Xu Xingxia also attaches great importance to it and lets Yu Lijun personally handle it. In terms of financial resources, he gave full security. A team of pigs and a sheep is the most basic specification. As for the rest of the meals, each team will take care of it themselves. Basically, big fish and big meat, white rice and white noodles are absolutely indispensable.

If there are more hunters in a squad, it is perfectly okay to get some birds and animals and enrich the food of the squad. For example, the group of the Eagle Cavalry Army has recently brought back a lot of prey, so that all the detachments of the White Army have feasted on their mouths. The Eagle Cavalry were stragglers, divided into small groups, and hunting was also an important part of their training. If you can't even deal with your prey, how can you deal with the Tatars? This is the most basic requirement.

However, most of the white-clothed sergeants also understood that the more they hoped that fighting would not break out on Chinese New Year's Eve, the more likely it would be that the battle would come. It is a rule of thumb that things that suffer too much from gains and losses basically end up with no good results. In the past, during the New Year, Ningxia Town was also not peaceful. There are no Tartars who have gone south on a large scale, but there are dozens of Tartars scattered in an endless stream. Those who are drunk, or who want to grab some liquor and go back drunk, will suddenly go south and kill during the New Year.

Due to the influence of the Tartars, the New Year in the castles in the north of Ningxia Town basically does not have any New Year's atmosphere. On the one hand, most of the military families are very poor and have no financial resources to celebrate the New Year, so being able to add a few catties of meat to their family's meals is their greatest gratification. On the other hand, he didn't dare to make any big moves, so as not to attract the attention of the Tartars. If you are targeted by the Tartars and provoke the Tartars to attack, it will be more than worth the loss.

Only this year, the life of the military households in Weizhenbao has been greatly improved, and the atmosphere of the New Year has become lively. The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner began to look decent, with fish and meat. The couplet was also pasted, and Wang Qinian, who was temporarily responsible for writing the couplet, was said to be so tired that his wrist was numb. The fireworks and firecrackers are also ready to be set off, and the merchants in Ningxia City have brought a lot of fireworks and firecrackers early in the morning, and they are selling quite well. In Fort Weizhen, there are often children playing with fireworks.

However, the more this is the case, the more the stewards and the people in the white army dare not let down their vigilance. You must know that there is an idiom called happiness and sorrow. If it is fulfilled, the consequences will be too serious. Under the attention of all levels, the front-line troops stationed at Zhenyuanguan certainly did not dare to be sloppy in the slightest. The scout team led by Ming Hao was even more stressed.

"Da Da Da!"

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was loud, as if thousands of horses were coming.

"There's movement!"

The scouts of the white-clothed army suddenly became nervous, as if they had tightened their clockwork, their eyes widened, all their nerves tensed, and they stared closely in the direction from which the sound of horses' hooves came. After a few moments, they judged that at least a thousand Tartars were trying to make their way south. With such a dense sound of horses' hooves, the number of people will definitely not be small. At this time, there could be no one else on the Gobi Desert except the cavalry of the Tartars.

"Bang!"

Piercing gunfire rang out.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the empty Gobi Desert, unusually sharp and piercing.

Accompanied by the sharp and poignant gunshots, a large group of Tartars appeared in the sight of Ming Hao and others. That's right, it's a big horde of Tartars. Their attire is dark yellow, which is different from the ordinary Hellerkin tribal tartars. The way they marched south seemed to be different from that of the Khalegin tribesmen. According to the information provided by Wang Qinian, if there is no error in judgment, these Tartars should belong to the Eyudun tribe.

"Withdraw!"

Minghao immediately called.

All the white-clothed scouts quickly turned around and ran wildly.

It was enough for them to find traces of the Tartars and provide an alert to the large forces.

"Paralyzed, sure enough! Brothers, get moving! Get ready to fuck it! ”

Chi Hu's voice came from afar. When the gunshots came, he was patrolling the barracks, and he happened to patrol to the location of the kitchen, and it happened that the people in the kitchen had already killed all the pigs and were methodically dividing them. The white-clothed army stationed at Zhenyuanguan had a total of more than 1,200 people, and they killed ten big fat pigs, and each of them could get at least two catties of pork. With the addition of other ingredients, it is sure to be eaten for three days in a row.

Originally, if there were no accidents, this lunch would have been quite sumptuous. The water on the pig is the best for cooking soup. Pig's blood is also a very good food! However, as soon as the gunshots rang out, it meant that lunch would definitely not be eaten, and it was estimated that the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner would not be eaten either. These damn Tartars, what a time!

"Here comes the Tartars!"

"Here comes the Tartars! Get ready for battle! ”

The officers of the white-clothed army at all levels all screamed one after another.

They were disturbed to eat, they were in a bad mood, and when they roared, they were also very loud, feeling as if they were going to vent their grievances against the Tartars on the heads of their subordinates. It's no wonder that it's about to be time to eat, and the smell of fragrant food has already come from the kitchen, and many people's stomachs have begun to gurgle. As a result, as soon as the Tartars came, everything was stirred up.

I don't know how long this battle will last. I guess in a few hours, they didn't have time to eat with Ben. In such a cold weather, after the meal time, the food will be cold. Paralyzed, these Tartars, it's so hateful, it's hard to get out of your heart if you don't break their legs fiercely!

"Dididi!"

A shrill whistle echoed through the barracks.

The entire barracks of the white-clothed army suddenly stirred. The white-clothed sergeants who were waiting for the meal to be served came out with their weapons one after another. At first, they were all angry. Damn Tartar, when will you not come, but when someone else is eating! There is no more hateful person than them! With such an idea, there is no need for the officers to mobilize at all, everyone is holding their breath, and they have to kill these hateful Tartars!

Chi Hu, who was designated by Xu Xingxia as the front-line commander, simply reprimanded a few words, and then ordered the troops to go into battle. The movements of the white-clothed sergeant were very fast, and the kung fu of dividing five by two was all in place. They also wanted to open. It is better to come sooner rather than later. Kill these damn Tartars and you'll be able to welcome the New Year with ease.

It is estimated that those Tartars who went south definitely did not expect that their attack on Chinese New Year's Eve would arouse the special anger of all the white-clothed officers and soldiers. The feeling of being disturbed to eat Chinese New Year's Eve, I am afraid that few people can bear it. Just this anger can teach all the Tartars that there is no return, and there is no need for combat mobilization or anything.

Ming Hao rushed into the barracks and reported to Chi Hu: "There is only one thousand-man team!" ”

Chi Hu said a little suspiciously: "There is only one thousand-person team? No one else? Unlikely, right? Could it be that the Tartars are trying to kill from somewhere else? ”

Ming Hao said affirmatively: "I personally took people to see it, and near Zhenyuan Pass, there is indeed only one thousand-person team of Tartars. Elsewhere, we have to wait for the Eagle Cavalry to respond. ”

Chi Hu couldn't help frowning, as if he couldn't figure it out. Actually, Minghao was also a little puzzled. The number of troops dispatched by the Tartars is indeed too small. With only a thousand-strong force, they want to break through the defense line of the white-clothed army in Zhenyuan Pass, how is this possible? If it's not that the Tartars are hot-headed and carried away, there must be some conspiracy inside.

What will be the conspiracy of the Tartars of the Kyllegin tribe? These southbound Tartars should belong to the Eyudun tribe, why are they so proactive? Are they being used as cannon fodder by the Hellerkin tribe? Or do you want to take credit for yourself? Or are they just the vanguard of the Tartar army? Is it the lead?

(To be continued)